Things an Inuit says on the way to the freezer for a snack presumably

Hate when I light the bowl successfully and then The Mysterious Stranger appears and obliterates my skull with 6 shots from a 44 magnum

Because they already had a dog named Diesel I assume

kallor: *rolls, lights, takes an absolute lung ripper toke, then makes to hand it to you but drops it and grinds in underfoot*
Rather than surrendering all that I had fashioned, I destroyed it. That is the privilege of the creator - to give, then to take away.

I don't remember where I saw it but someone described them as Scooby Doo chase music and I've never been able to see them any other way since

Truly names to conjure fear in the stoutest of hearts